Pretty verses for all good children : in words of one, two, and three syllables

m PRETTY VERSES

FOR

ALL GOOD CHILDREN.

NEWARK,

BENJAMIN OLDS.

COB B'S TOYS,

THIRD SERIES,
No. 1O,

PRETTY VERSES

FOR

ALL GOOD CHILDREN;

IN WORDS O9

ONE, TWO, AND THREE SYLLABLE!.

NEWARK, (N. J.):
BENJAMIN OLDS.

FSiOB TBBCfi CflHT«*.

, according to ths Act of Congress in the

rear 1836, by LYMAN COBS, in the Clerk's effice of the
l)ietrict Court of the Southern District of New York.

PREFACE

TO THE THIRD SERIES.

Tliis Series of Tovs contains ?. more extensive and
minure descn,;.,on mala :<"-,-!>•. Fisb»s, Articles •

of Manut:ii : : . _ riven in the First and

Second Series. '

This Series is intruded for a larger c!r.:r of my
young friers tha. uie preceding ones; and, it is
lion 3d they v:i!l be both benefited and amused by
tl'eir r.-jius-'i.

iii tiiir, a: 'veil as in all the other Sene« nothing has
beta per.aiitoa to find a piiice which >s false, unnatu-
r<ilj ur tonphiiosSpnical, cohversaiions

among Rr uuals watch i""v_i did, ar.:i '.vhi-:'-. never can
hiicep!.iLi\

It is Believed that in the large field of Nature and
A.rr. .here are sufficient materials for descriptions and
stories without launching into the field of Fiction and
Falsehood, to find subjects which will be interesting
t> children.

To remove difficulties in the reading of these Stories
a* far as possible, and thereby render them more In-
terestiag, the language used in the descriptions ia limit*
•d to words of ONE, TWO, and T

J*m York, March 1, !836»

ALWAYS SPEAK THE TRUTIL

GEORGE WASHINGTON, late President
of the United States, always spoke the
truth. During his whole life he had
great regard for truth, and was never
known, under any circumstance, to
make a false statement.

When he was about six years old, a
friend of his gave him a hatchet. George
thought it a very fine present and was
constantly going about, chopping every
thing that came in his way.

One very pleasant morning, he walk-
ed out into his father's garden with his
hatchet in his hand. It was a beautiful
garden, in wlaoh. were flowers, of vari-
ous kinds, such as pinks, lilies, lilachs,
roses, &c. which greeted the eye at
every step. George was delighted with
the prospect around him.

In the east end of the garden was a
quantity of pea-bushes which had been
placed there by his excellent mother.
These bushes were dry and dead so that
the hacking of George's* hatohet on

them did not do much hurt, except to
weaken their strength and make them
less able to bear the weight of peas that
might grow on the pea-vines.

But George had the misfortune
thoughtlessly to try the edge of his
hatchet on the body of a beautiful young
English cherry-tree which he injured so
much that it scarcely if ever got over it.

On the following morning his papa,
in his walk in the garden, observed the
injur^ done to his favourite cherry-tree,
and after walking awhile, returned to
the house, and inquired of the different
members of the family whether any of
them knew who had done the mischief,
remarking, at the same time, that he
would not have taken five dollars for
the tree. No one was able to inform
him, for there was no person in the gar-
den with George when he cut the tree.

Presently George made his appear-
ance with his hatchet in his hand.

" George," said his papa, " do you
know who killed that beautiful little
ehe*ry-tiee yonder in the garden ?**

Little George irith his Hatchet in his
hand, and his Papa pointing to the
ruined Cherry-tree.

This was an unpleasant question, and
George staggered under it for a moment;
then looking at his papa, he bravely
cried out " I can not tell a lie, papa ;
you know I can not tell a lie, I did it
with my little hatchet !" " Run to my
arms, my dearest boy", said his papa,
" you have paid me for my tree a thou-
sand times ; I freely forgive you for kil-

Iv.ig it ; and I hope ray son will always
be hero enough to tell the truth, let
what will come."

I hope all my young friends will ba
as honest as little George Washington
was, and remember always to speak the
TRUTH..

THE TWO COTTAGE GIRLS.

IN a delightful town in New En-
gland, there lived a family of the name
of Davis. Their residence was in a
neat little cottage in a beautiful valley
on the bank of a river, whose waters
glided smoothly by the side of their
humble but happy mansion. Mr.
Davis had two daughters who .were
twins. Mrs. Davis took great pains to
dress them alike, and always to have
them make a neat appearance. Their
names were Helen and Maria. In
pleasant, warm weather, they often took
a walk by the river, and were much
pleased with the delightful groves and

scenery, which their handso«w
presented to their vievr.

HeUn and Maria meet an old
tlen&n with Aw little Dog by his side.

One fine morning they were neatly
dressed by their mamma, and walked
out as usual. A short distance from
the house, they met an old gentleman
who was very kind, wealthy, and friend-
ly, and very fond of good children. His
residence was in a rery splendid njan-

skm, i» a village about two miles from
the cottage of Mr. Davis. He wore a
plain coat and an old-fashioned hat.
Owing to his advanced age, he made
use of spectacles — all which gave him
a very grave appearance. The girls,
who were then about ten years of age,
had been taught by their good and ex-
cellent mamma, that aged people who
conduct themselves properly, should al-
ways be treated with kindness, respect,
and attention. They, therefore, asihey
came near the old gentleman, maae a
polite and modest courtesy to him.

Mr. Walker, (which was the name
of the old gentleman), spoke very kind-
ly to the girls, and inquired about their
health and other matters connected
with their family. Helen, who was not
as diffident as Maria, answered Mr.
Walker very frankly and modestly, and
in such an artless manner that he was
much pleased.

He inquired of them whether they
would not prefer a residence in the vil-
lage, Tkey both informed him, that

they chose rather to remain in their
cottage than in any other place. They
had all the comforts of life ; and there
they were able to take a walk by the
side of their delightful river. They
could also raise their own fowls and
milk their own cows, all which was
very nice sport for them.

They said there were many tilings
which people who live in the village
have that they, in their humble cottage,
could^iot have ; yet they were quite
happy, as they never wished for any
thing which their kind parents were not
able to furnish them.

The old gentleman was quite sur-
prised at their candid and simple man-
ners, as well as their wise and discreet
remarks, and left them, and returned
home, fully convinced that people who
live in cottages may be happy, though
they are poor, if they are only con-
tented.

All young persons should remember,
that contentment renders every good
thing that we may enjoy doubly aweet j

and that, without contentment, they
\rould be wretched, if they had thi
richest palace for a dwelling.

ELIZA AND HARRIET.

ELIZA and Harriet were two very
lovely girls. Eliza was twelve years
old, and Harriet, her little sister, was
six years old. Eliza was a verjf land
and good girl, and extremely fond of
her little sister Harriet ; whq was also
a sweev; pleasant child. Whenever
their mamma purchased any thing for
Eliza, or if she had a present of any
thing, she always divided it equally
with Harriet ; and, if she wished any
of her playthings, she would at once
lend them' to her, and never quarrel
with her, or tease her.

The house in which they lived stood

on a pleasant and delightful spot, from

which all the surrounding country could

be viewed. In rear of the house stood

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i beautiful and stately sugar maple-trod,
:he branches of which spread over
learly all of the yard, and extended
Dver a part of the roof of the house.
Under this large tree, Eliza and Har-
riet spent a great deal of time, when
;hey were not in school and the weather
was pleasant. There they sometimes
unused themselves with their dolls and
jther playthings, and sometimes Eliza
would amuse Harriet with little stories
which had been told to her, or which
she had read in her little books. When
they took a walk together, Eliza would
ake Harriet by the hand, and lead her
ilong very carefully, always keeping
her out of the dirt and wet places.

One fine morning they arose very
early, and took a walk to inhale the
pure air of the hills and mountains,
just as the sun came forth to look upon
the beauties of creation, while the lark
soared high above them on its happy
wings. Eliza was delighted with the
sight ; and, putting her left hand gently
on Harriet's shoulder, pointed to tha
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Eliza pointing to the Lark, soaring in
the sky.

Lark with her right hand. Harriet
took off her bonnet, and put up her right
hand to screen her eyes from the daz-
zling rays of the sun, while she looked
at the beautiful bird. After they had
walked a little farther, they returned
home very cheerful and much re
freshed,

One day her little sister Harriet
pirished her to teach her how to sew.
3o Eliza very patiently threaded the
icedle for her, made the knots in the
mds of the thread, and basted down
he hems for her, until Harriet was able
o do these things herself.

Eliza takes care of her own clothes
ind always folds them up neatly, and
;hows her little sister to do so too ; and,
herefore, she knows where they are
,nd can find them in the dark as well
>s in the light. When she and Har-
iet come home from school, she takes
he school books out of the basket, and
iuts them in their proper place, and
tever leaves them scattered about, to
»e in the way of her mamma.

Eliza and Harriet were both such
••xcellent children, that their mamma
carcely ever had any occasion to chide
hem or find fault with them ; and, all
vho were acquainted with them, es-
teemed them very highly.

THE CROSS GIRL*

HULDAH JONES is a very cross anc
peevish little girl. When she wishes
any thing, she always whines or frets
at the tinie she asks for it ; and, nevei
speaks in a pleasant manner.

Mrs. Jones washing Huldatisface, so
that she could go to school.

When it is time for Huldah to go
to school, and her mamma wishes to
wash her face and hands, and comb her
hair, she always murmur* or appears
•wlky, and scarcely ever bids her roa»-
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ma good morning, or sets off cheerfu!.
and happy as good girls do. I hope
none of my young female friends are
like Huldah Jones

THE IMPRUDENT BOY.

PETER was always inclined to do
what was not prudent, and would not
mind what was said to him. At one
time he would get upon the window-
seat, and be in imminent danger of
failing out cf the window ; at another
lime he would climb up on the back of
a chair, so as to bs in danger. of falling
when the person should riss who was
sitting on the chair.

One day Peter wished to have some
apples ; and, his mamma told him that
she would send for some to the orchard
as soon as the hired man should come
in to his dinner. Peter, who was then
but six years old, told his mamma, that
be could climb the tree and get

Peter falling from the Apple-tree.

himself. His mamma answered him,
that she feared he would fall and hurt
him badly. He waited a few moments
for the man to come ; and, as soon as
his mamma was out of sight, ran to the
orchatd, got into one of the trees, fell,
and broke his arm. Poor Peter wept
bitterly, when the Doctor carao to set
the broken bone !